Update: Personel Change, you totally reminded me to add the rest of the suite in the description OwO thank you! xD
He removed his hands from my eyes so I could see what this Horrorland looked like. It was vast, nearly twice the size of any normal amusement park. I could vaguely remember hearing about Horrorland on television and from a few friends who went. They said it was the scariest thing they have ever experienced in their lives. This can't be good.
I tried to push Slappy back to avoid going any further into this park, but he wouldn't budge. Instead, he heaved me forward, causing me to nearly fall flat on my face. He detained my wrists and forced me to walk ahead. The dirt roads were winding, but he was pushing me in the direction he wanted us to go. This was humiliating.
I turned my head and saw a large creature handing out black popcorn to a small child. It was hideous. I couldn't tell if it was an intricate costume or an actual monster. After all, there was an actual monster dragging me along like a sheep to the slaughter. It had unruly, pointed horns protruding from the sides of its head. Its eyes were a glowing yellow and it had sharp, jagged teeth. The rough, ashy skin on this creature was a putrid green color. It glared at me as I gawked at it.
"What is that?" I whispered to Slappy.
"Don't worry about it," he mumbled. "I'll tell you about them later."
"Them?!" I exclaimed. This bizarre species must be an infestation in this park.
We continued to hustle through the park. The brisk air felt cold against my skin as we breezed past more of those green creatures. Some of the creatures were wearing amusing costumes and attempted to entertain crying children. There were signs in the shape of arrows pointing to a handful of different attractions and sections of the massive park. Vampire Village? Monster Zoo? What kind of theme park is this?
He continued to scoot me across the dirt until we abruptly stopped. We reached a large castle-esque building. A sign above the entrance read: "Stagger Inn." A motel? There were statues of those creatures holding axes erected in front of the stairway…spooky. Slappy untied me, and wrapped his lanky arms around mine. He smirked and escorted me inside. It was incredibly massive. Lanterns hung on the cobblestone walls. A huge, middle-age chandelier swung on the ceiling of the lobby. The floor was draped with a crimson, velvet carpet. It felt like The Ritz, but it was a hotel… or a motel. Why would we be living in a motel?
Slappy paraded us to the front desk and rung the service bell. One of those monsters stepped out of the door behind the desk. It was a female, I think. She had a glorious blonde wig on and wore a corset which made her enormous green breasts pop out. I saw Slappy glance down at her.
"Oh, well, look who it is!" She yelled. She had a faint southern accent hidden in her shrill voice. "My dear, how're you? I haven't seen you in well over a few decades! You look different. Did you cut yer hair?"
"Hello, Miriam," Slappy responded. He seemed pleased to see this woman. I admit, I felt kind of jealous. He kissed her clawed hand, making her titter. She had a snaggletoothed smile.
"Returning to your suite? Top floor?" Miriam questioned, grabbing the key to this supposed suite.
"Of course," Slappy smiled. She handed him the key and a couple of candies.
"You're as handsome as ever, Firefly," she gave him a wink, blew him a kiss, and returned back into her little room. Her tail shut the door on her way in.
"Firefly?" I chuckled. Slappy glared at me.
"A pet name," he said sheepishly, blushing. "Miriam and I go back a few decades."
Ew, gross, did he date that thing?
"Anyway, I think you're going to like it here. I've lived in that suite for many, many years. It's enormous," he rambled. "Think of an apartment, but slightly bigger."
He waltzed me into the elevator, Jimmy stayed downstairs. I guess Slappy didn't want him coming with us. I saw him hit the button for the 13th floor and the elevator started whirring. It slowly brought us up. The elevator stopped at the 4th floor, and a gelatinous green slime ball slithered in.
"Could you please press the 9th floor for me?" The blob's voice was guttural and unnatural. Slappy pressed the button for him.
"Hey, ain't you that dummy fella?" The blob spurted.
"Yes," Slappy responded blankly, rolling his eyes.
"Who's the dame?" The blob sprouted a limb from its globule form and tried to touch me, but Slappy smacked its "hand" away.
"Mind your business," Slappy barked at the blob. The blob mouthed "jeez" from his mouth-like orifice and turned the other way. The elevator dinged and the blob skidded out into the dark corridor.
"Freak," Slappy mumbled under his breath. The elevator went a few more floors until we finally reached unlucky 13. Slappy ushered me into the hallway. It had scarce rooms, most of which had names on a plaque above the doors. Curly. Count Nightwing. Prince Khor-Ru. This was horrific.
We reached the door with Slappy's name above it. He thrust the key into the door and unlocked it. When he flung open the door, a scent wafted from within. It smelled like old wood, with a hint of pumpkin. What an odd smell.
He stepped into the room first, looking around aimlessly. The suite was painted in a pale green color, with red, satin curtains hanging from the windows. The wooden floor had one of those animal skin rugs, but I didn't recognize this animal. It was blue. It didn't really match the interior of the room, but looked hella cool. There were candles all around, with the accompaniment of a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There was an oversized bed, with cherry-colored silk sheets and a handful of pillows. An old-timey record player sat in the corner by the bed. On the wall hung several portraits of Slappy. He sure is full of himself. There was also a portrait of an unfamiliar man with glasses and a distinctive mole on his face. How weird.
The room was enormous. There was a large vanity sitting by a door leading to the bathroom. There was a small kitchen in the opposite corner of the bathroom, with an elegant little dining area. There was another door placed next to the refrigerator, but I didn't know where it led. There were shelves that hung on the walls, all filled with old, musty books and some records. Large cedar wood dressers sat directly from the bed. The suite was cozy, but it wasn't my home. Slappy sighed thoughtfully.
"Do you like it?" Slappy asked, smiling with glee. He was happy to be, what he considered, home.
"It's really nice, Slappy," I said. "But it…it isn't my home."
"It is now," he whispered. He approached me with a hungry look in his eye. I wanted to back away, but he quickly grabbed me. He pulled me in closer to him. His eyes now staring into mine. He cupped my chin with his bony fingers and drew my face into his. His thin lips were pressed against mine.
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?
I pushed him away and wiped my mouth with my sleeve. He looked at me with ire, his green eyes focusing on me with scorn.
"What the FUCK was that?" I growled. I was angry too. I could feel my eyelids twitch.
"Amy," he said, approaching me slowly, like a predator. "That was a foolish mistake."
He raised his hand and struck it against my face with might. I could feel the intense sting as, what felt like, tiny little needles adorned my cheek. I fell to the floor, trembling in pain. I couldn't believe he just hit me.
"I'm going to be gone for a little while," he grimaced as he walked towards the door. "Remember your place, Amy."
He slammed the door shut and locked it. I sat on the floor in fetal position, silently lamenting to myself in agony.